CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 468: INSTANT KILL_1

"You’ve got good composure, kid," Meng Gongwei grinned, his regard for Ling Chen rising a notch. However, in his view, Ling Chen was merely putting on a brave front. In a real fight, Ling Chen wouldn’t last a single exchange against him.

"What exactly are the Blood Refining Sect and the Myriad Beasts Sect plotting? Tell me, and I will spare your life."

Ling Chen seemed to pay no heed to anyone else’s words, speaking only to himself.

Zuo Yun’s expression turned somewhat gloomy. Has this guy lost his mind? There should be a limit to bluffing. His opponent clearly saw through him, yet he continued to talk to himself. This is stupidity to the utmost degree.

Yao Fang also couldn’t help but frown. Arrogance taken too far is indeed foolishness.

"Haha, as long as you can block one strike from my saber, I’ll tell you everything. How about it?" Meng Gongwei laughed heartily. He initially thought Ling Chen was a talent, but now, he was certain Ling Chen was nothing more than an arrogant fool. Dealing with this sort of fellow, a single strike is more than enough.

Having said that, he suddenly stepped forward, and the saber in his hand slashed out ferociously.

"Demon Blade Drink Blood!"

An eerie black light burst from Meng Gongwei’s saber, its glint like lightning, as it ruthlessly slashed towards Ling Chen’s neck.

This strike was extremely fast, its trajectory nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye.

"He’s dead meat," Zuo Yun sneered coldly. It was as though he had already envisioned Ling Chen being cut down. In fact, the thought of this detestable fellow being cut down brought him immense satisfaction, lifting his spirits considerably.

However, in the next moment, his eyes froze.

His complacency was replaced by an expression of sheer horror.

Within his line of sight, Meng Gongwei’s incomparably fierce saber glint stopped abruptly in front of Ling Chen, not harming him in the slightest. More precisely, it was caught between Ling Chen’s two fingers, immobilized.

"What? He caught Meng Gongwei’s saber glint with just two fingers!" Yao Fang and the others were utterly shocked, their eyes almost popping out of their heads.

"Impossible! This must be an illusion!" Zuo Yun was petrified on the spot. He stared wide-eyed, rubbing them several times, but the scene before him remained unchanged. It was indeed Ling Chen who had clamped Meng Gongwei’s saber glint with just two fingers.

How could this be? Meng Gongwei himself was reeling in even greater shock at this moment. He found that Ling Chen’s grip was like iron pincers; no matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn’t budge Ling Chen in the slightest.

"You little beast! Such strength! Let go!" Meng Gongwei, his face flushed red from humiliation by Ling Chen, had lost all decorum and roared in fury. He abruptly raised his palm and viciously aimed a slap at Ling Chen’s face.

Leaving an afterimage, Ling Chen nimbly dodged Meng Gongwei’s palm, then released his fingers, his figure drifting backward.

"Blood Fury Seven Styles, Slash!"

Meng Gongwei charged forward, holding his saber with both hands. Soaring high into the air, he forcefully chopped down with his saber.

The blood-red saber glint spanned a full hundred feet, cutting through the air.

CLANG!

In that instant, Ling Chen drew his sword. Sword qi thundered and roared. Under numerous astonished gazes, it intersected with the saber glint.

CRACK!

In just an instant, the saber glint was sliced in two, as if it were made of paper, unable to withstand a single blow.

WHOOSH!

Ling Chen’s figure flashed, appearing in midair. Releasing his grip on the Thunder Shadow Sword, his right hand then slapped hard on its hilt. Suddenly, an extremely sharp sword light shot out from the sword’s edge.

The sword light burst out like a meteor, shooting directly at Meng Gongwei.

His complexion changing, Meng Gongwei hurriedly raised his saber to block. With a CLANG, the sword light struck the flat of the saber, sending Meng Gongwei staggering back over ten meters.

Having blocked Ling Chen’s sword strike, Meng Gongwei hurriedly looked at his saber and saw that a crack had appeared where the sword light had struck.

That previous sword strike was unexpectedly fierce.

Before he had time to think, a fierce gust of wind swept past, and Ling Chen had already flashed before him.

A sword strike, like a Divine Stroke, thrust towards him.

"Don’t push me too far!" Meng Gongwei was thoroughly enraged. As the Hall Master of the Blood Demon Hall, when have I ever been so humiliated? Ling Chen has utterly destroyed my dignity today. This is intolerable!

His True Qi surged out from his body, and Meng Gongwei poured it into his treasured saber. At that moment, Meng Gongwei’s aura surged. With a single strike, he chopped towards Ling Chen’s head, intending to kill Ling Chen first.

SPLURT!

Meng Gongwei’s saber glint stopped just short of Ling Chen’s neck, unable to advance any further, because a bloody mark had already appeared on his own neck.

His saber was fast, but Ling Chen’s sword was a step faster.

Before his saber could injure Ling Chen, Ling Chen’s sword had already pierced his neck.

"This is impossible..." Meng Gongwei’s body fell. Even at the moment of death, he couldn’t believe he would die here, killed by such an insignificant character.

The other Blood Refining Sect disciples had long been dumbfounded, too shocked to speak.

"Kill!" Yao Fang was the first to react. After Meng Gongwei was killed, he instantly raised his long spear and charged at the group of Blood Refining Sect disciples.

"Devil Scale Spear, Chaotic Dance!"

The long spear blurred, creating dozens of afterimages, striking like a dragon and instantly killing more than half of the Blood Refining Sect disciples.

The others also rushed out, venting their pent-up resentment. They showed no mercy, slaughtering with extreme prejudice.

"Leave a living mouth!" Ling Chen quickly shouted, seeing everyone ruthlessly attacking like bloodthirsty wolves.

Upon hearing his words, everyone came to their senses and left the last Blood Refining Sect disciple alive.

"Brother Wuchen, these people from the Blood Refining Sect are utterly despicable and deserve to die! Why did you insist on leaving a living mouth?" Yao Yingying asked, slightly puzzled.

"They are still useful." Ling Chen’s gaze landed on the last Blood Refining Sect disciple. His eyes suddenly narrowed. "What have you and the Myriad Beasts Sect been conspiring recently? Speak up, and I might consider not killing you. Otherwise, I will immediately rip you to shreds and feed you to the dogs."

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk!" the Blood Refining Sect disciple stammered, nodding hastily. "However, I am just an ordinary disciple of the Blood Demon Hall; I don’t know much about the sect’s secrets. I only know that recently, people from the Myriad Beasts Sect have been frequenting our sect, and each time, they transport a large number of Blood Slaves."

"Over the past three months, the number of times the Blood Refining Sect has gone out to capture Blood Slaves has drastically increased. Previously, it was at most twice a month, but now they go out almost every day to capture people. However, all the Blood Slaves are ultimately transported into the Blood Demon Hall. They are always seen entering but never seen leaving. We disciples are also very puzzled by this."

"So many Blood Slaves, all sent into the Blood Demon Hall." Ling Chen’s eyes widened slightly. There’s definitely something fishy going on here.

"You lead the way for us. If we find the Blood Demon Hall, I will not only spare you but, after we annihilate the Blood Refining Sect, I will promote you to Hall Master. How about it?" Ling Chen said, his gaze sharp and voice firm, as he stared at the Blood Refining Sect disciple.